I always wanted to be an astronaut. Then I learned that astronauts can't really enjoy beer in space, so I became a journalist. But fear not, wannabe space explorers, because now there's an astrostout that could solve this grave problem.
If you're on terra firma, it's pretty obvious when you need to grab your make-out partner. But how, asks Slate's Explainer, do you know when to celebrate "when you're hurtling through time zones at 17,500 miles per hour?"